Francois Bergh
where lost words come to rest in pieces…Archive for March, 2012
Perfection
In fairy tales;
Your face, revealed -
The paragon
Of purity…
To look upon,
In reverie -
I am become
A melted soul…
Lament
The swallows are flying once again -
Leaving me for better climes…
My love is riding on their wings -
Hope eternal from them springs;
For over forests, rivers and lakes -
Beyond meandering desert dunes -
There lies the spring of your return…
Come back to me – when summer hails -
Come back to me – again…
And for the audio-philes:
Promises
In the ever-lasting wake
Of dandelion promises -
In a puerile state were made;
But now forgotten at the stake…
In the scattered aftermath
You and I in shards remain -
Never to be realized;
Unrequited evermore…
Jesus tree
Up there on the hill
Your saviour is growing -
Ripe for the picking;
The fruits of forgiveness…
Pluck from the tree
Your salvation for free -
Sustenance of souls;
The release from perdition…
Heed your heart’s call
And kneel in the shade -
Deliverance waiting;
What choice will be made…
